I was blind but now I see. . . .

Wednesday evening June 17

Cynthia Hurd, age 54, a library manager whose life was dedicated to books, children, and church.

Susie Jackson, age 87, a mother figure to generations in her family.

Ethel Lance, age 70, a church custodian who found strength in a gospel song to overcome life's challenges.

DePayne Middleton Doctor, age 49, a minister whose angelic voice could heal troubled hearts.

Clementa Pinckney, age 41, a pastor and state senator who lent his booming voice to the voiceless.

Tywanza Sanders, age 26, a barber, poet, and aspiring entrepreneur ready to take the world by storm.

Daniel L. Simmons Sr., age 74, a minister who served as a model of endurance and service to God.

Sharonda Singleton, age 45, a pastor and a high school track coach who became her runners' biggest cheerleader, on & off the track.

Myra Thompson, age 59, a builder of faith who worked to restore her beloved church's properties to their full glory. 

Sunday morning, June 21

Four days after their minister and eight other members were shot to death at a Wednesday night Bible study, the historic Emanuel AME Church held Sunday services with a full church and overflow crowds standing in the street outside to witness this congregation's grace and strength.

Sunday evening, June 21 on the Ravanel Bridge

 A "Bridge to Peace" Unity Chain on the Ravelnel Bridge Sunday night.

Thursday, June 24, 2015

 The Supreme Court ruled in favor of the Affordable Care Act - again

Friday, June 26 at the funeral service for Rev. Clementa Pinckney

Friday, June 26

And just before Obama arrived to speak at the funeral service, the Supreme Court once again made history and decided in favor of gay marriage.

Friday, July 7, The Confederate Flag is removed from the state house grounds in Columbia, SC.

And that is where we stand today. What a summer!

Same Tree, New Colors

Here is the same Bradford Pear tree in the last post -- that one was fall, this one is spring.

"and the seasons they go round n round. ."

Once again, playing catch-up.

oh my, Fried Green Tomatoes is a neglected idea. It was September, then Fall, then Christmas took forever, now it is deep into a too long winter. Is it wrong to be impatient with coming spring on Feb. 21? So be it.

Here's a bit of a photo album update:

Fall at Waterway South

As an early 60th birthday celebration, we went to see James Taylor with friends Molly & Russ Keeney from Black Mountain.-- 60th birthday? Wait, how? Surely not yet. Wow, that went fast.

Mom spent time with us at Christmas. On our annual Christmas Day walk on the beach, she found an intact sand dollar.

Very special this Christmas -- Joyce Cooper, who lives down the hall from mom at Glenaire, gave us this beautiful afghan she knitted in the 1970s. She said she did 12 or 15 of them (can you imagine?!) and everyone in her family who wants one has one. She knows I'm a knitter and thought I would appreciate it -- and she is absolutely correct in that. I love the way it looks on the red couch.

Which brings me to my knitting. Just before Valentine's Day I finally finished and mailed this sweater vest to Jeffrey. It is made with a very warm (I hope) Scottish shetland wool.Over T'giving I sent it via Mom partially completed to Winston-Salem for him to try on and needed to tink down to the beginning of the armholes and deepen and broaded the "V". I like the side ribbing in this pattern.

 

So now we are just trying to finish up Winter. It has been unreasonably, I mean unseasonably, cold for the SC Lowcountry -- temps in the teens for days at a time. I am working for H&R Block through April 15 and Duncan keeps getting more deeply involved with the Coast Guard Auxiliary. We have stayed pretty close to home.

These 2 beach pics were taken in lieu of attending services on Sunday Feb. 8. It was warm and nice on the beach. We walked far, took deep gulps of sweet sea air and napped in the sun. Altogether it felt we had been to church.